NovelEnglish295 Third Great Holy War
"Three centuries past, Sancta Vedelia bore witness to a crisis of magnitude, comparable to the notorious havoc brought by the Vampire-Witch, Selene Amaya Tepes. Can someone answer why? "Professor Harvey posed a question that hung in the air like an incantation as a silence lingered.
In response, only Cylien's hand soared skyward, a familiar sight that seemed to slightly wear on Harvey's patience. Victor, typically a participant, was ensconced in his thoughts amidst a surrounding harem, while Celeste, even though a good student, found herself entangled in the awkwardness of being the daughter of the professor.
Harvey's gaze roved the room, finally settling on me.
"Hm?" I quirked a brow, puzzled by the sudden attention as his narrowed gaze bore into me.
What was going on here?
"Amael. Please enlighten us," Harvey requested with a smile.
Returning the gesture, I reciprocated, "The Coup d'État led by Deborah Dolphis."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn response, Harvey's eyes narrowed further, an inexplicable hint of annoyance clouding his expression.
What had I done to incur the ire of Professor Harvey?
"Exactly. Thanks," he acknowledged, though his tone hinted at anything but gratitude.
The heck?
"Three centuries ago, Deborah Dolphis, sibling to the reigning monarch, orchestrated a Coup d'État that nearly plunged Sancta Vedelia into oblivion. A brilliant scientist, she delved into the mysteries of the Mana Beasts at the anatomical level. However, she is the reason behind the invasion of Hybrids."
Hybrids.
These were, in essence, Half-Beasts, primarily members of Behemoth, rejected by the inhabitants of Sancta Vedelia.
"The Hybrids, as you're aware, are the result of Deborah Dolphis and Xenos Arvatra's unholy collaboration."
A shiver rippled through everyone at the mere mention of this notorious duo.
Xenos Arvatra.
I narrowed my eyes.
But suddenly Professor Harvey, called out me. Celeste grumbled something before leaving with Victor and the others.
As everyone left, Harvey stood up, towering over me. His gaze was stern, and without preamble, he asked, "Is that true?"
"About?" I replied, genuinely puzzled.
"Don't play the fool with me, Mr. Amael. I'm asking if it's true," his tone grew sharper.
"I don't even know—"
"That you sneaked into my daughter's room at night."
I fell silent at his accusation, wondering who had informed him. The likely suspect was the grandmother.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout admitting guilt, I put on a smile. "I don't know what you are talking about, Professor."
"I already know. I watched the CCTV."
"You are stalking your own daughter, Professor?"
"I hope you are not imagining weird things about her, Amael."
A vein throbbed on my forehead. "What in the world do you mean by 'weird'?"
"You know what I'm talking about—"
"I know nothing!" I snapped, attempting to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
"Listen," he whispered in a threatening tone. "If you touch my daughter, I won't care that you are under Alea's protection."
This daughter-con bastard.
[<Oh? He's nearing the truth…>]
He is nearing nothing!
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